Soft As The First Light Of The Beauty Of The Day

Soft as the first light of the beauty of the day
Your voice calls me from sleep
And I hear in our whispers
The love of all quiet times and dreams
The happiness of happy youth and kind laughter
Love in the beauty of all its being
Touching as the joy we give each other.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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